I was sitting on the
edge of the bed, waiting for my beloved to arrive. I knew I shouldn't have gone
back to that bar again, but my taste buds kept telling me to go back and
have beer. Well, one beer led to a few too many and that also led into a fight.
Now I sit with a bag of frozen bag of peas on my black eye and a fat swollen
lip. If only I’d obeyed Trayton. I had been told under no circumstances was I
ever set inside that bar again.
Turning around, I
looked towards the corner where a stool sat that says ‘sit your naughty bottom
here’.
Turning back around, I
see Trayton standing by the bed and in his sternest voice 'he said, “Up!”
I sit now on that
stool with a bare bottom, sore from the paddle that lay on the bed as a
reminder of what will happen if I was at the bar again.
Forty-five minutes
later, I see Trayton by the door. With tears of remorse and a nod of approval
from my beloved, I run to him as we both hug.
Then in a firm voice,
Trayton said, ''You are so grounded.” With a smile on his face, we both hugged
each other again and I knew I was forgiven.
The End
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